5. Cain

Cain

Dim street lights cast long shadows on the sidewalk, allowing Cain to slip along with ease. In this part of town, people wouldn't look twice at him if he exposed himself, but he chose anonymity. Whispers from dark souls spilled their depraved sins in his ears. He shook his head, unable to make them stop.

The more perverse the soul, the louder its confession became. A child molester screamed his obsession over claiming his next victim. It told him how he'd groomed a handful of young men already and nothing would stop him.

Cain licked his lips, and his menacing grin showed his razor-sharp teeth. He wouldn't allow the disgusting piece of shit to touch the next boy. Some might herald the act as some type of vigilante heroism. There was nothing altruistic in Cain's deeds. He was stalking a soul to appease his demonic nature.

The shadows allowed him to follow the monster. A wailing siren in the distance caused the prey to raise his head, momentarily. Once it passed, the silence encroached upon them once more, until his footfalls were the only audible sound.

Cain pulled his hood up and nonchalantly placed his hands in the hoodie's pocket. He quickened his pace to close the gap between them, alerting the man to his presence.

He glanced uneasily over his shoulder but never stopped. By nature's design, prey could sense the predator getting ready to pounce. But what he didn't realize was there was no escape for him. He took a deep breath, not realizing it was to be one of his last.

Listening to the heart pump faster as adrenaline secreted into the bloodstream made the chase almost more satisfying than the kill. Cain enjoyed that moment when fear flashed through his prey's eyes and their lips trembled. He laughed when the blubbering, begging, and praying began. There was no god to hear and answer prayers. No angel would swoop out of the sky and save him.

Cain whistled lowly and watched with satisfaction as the man jumped. He whipped around, searching the darkness for the source of the sound. He shook his head and placed his palm on his chest as though that would calm his pounding heart.

The man turned around once more and quickened his pace. Cain whistled again and stepped out of the shadows. Just as he'd predicted, the man fell to his knees, sniveling and praying.

Cain only laughed. "No one would waste time saving a disgusting maggot like you. I know exactly which circle of hell you will face for all eternity."

Cain reached out to him, and the man jerked away.

"Tsk, tsk." He wagged his finger at the man. "Face your fate like a man."

"Pl… please…" he begged. "Just let me go."

"Did you let the boys go?" he snarled.

Tears and snot rolled down the pudgy, middle-aged man's face. Cain read the man's sins in his aura. There was no hiding or feigning innocence. Before the next utterance could fall off the man's lips, Cain's face warped.

He wrapped his arms around the man's head. "Say your prayers, motherfucker. Demons are waiting to fuck you in the ass with scalding pitchforks. They will cut your dick off and shove it down your throat before taking their turns raping you. They will scalp you and tie you down so the rats can nibble your flesh and crows will peck out your eyes.

"All the while, you will wish for death as they mutilate you. You will die a thousand deaths and feel every excruciating second. Your soul will eventually be devoured and spit into non-existence. But the painful memories of the torture you endured will live on for eternity."

The man sobbed as the demon twisted his head with a quick jerk. His neck broke with a satisfying crack . The body fell limp in his arms.

A clean death was more than the fucking pig deserved. The demon demanded blood, so Cain made a fist and punched it through the man's chest, pulverizing bone and stopping next to his pitifully fluttering heart.

He wrapped his claws around the muscle and tore it from the body. Warm blood cascaded down his arm as the organ pulsed in his palm. He watched it beat twice before clenching his fist, pulverizing the vascular heart. The remaining blood within the vessels spurted wildly.

A drop hit his cheek, but he didn't flinch. Now that the kill was over, Cain returned to feeling nothing. He had been numb since birth. His black heart lacked empathy, and his soul was the epitome of darkness.

When he slayed his brother, he hoped to feel God's love. But what he felt was the thrill of the kill instead. He became hard for the first time and continued to chase that feeling. Sometimes he was quick with death, other times he savored the act. In between those moments, he returned to that empty void.

The torture of purity was the only other time he felt like the man he was born to be. And her soul called to him, his beacon of Mecca. She was meant to be his, and he was determined to claim her once and for all.

Cain dropped the shredded remains of the heart and stomped on it with his black combat boot. Dressing in all black helped him not just to blend with the shadows but hide the blood droplets. Even if he were naked, he would saunter down the street, bathed in blood, wearing it with pride.

He used the shadows to move once more, reaching his destination before the blood dried on his clothes. He gazed up at the brick exterior of the small apartment building.

Reaching into his back pocket, he grasped the key ring. Easily selecting the plain gold brushed key and placed it in the lock of apartment 1C. The door opened with no resistance. He closed the door behind him and made quick work of removing his combat boots and leaving a trail of clothing on the floor.

Being caught or convicted of a crime would never happen to him. He didn't worry about hiding or disposing of bodies or bloody clothing. A wave of his hand made the man he killed on the sidewalk disappear. His soul was already in Hell experiencing grave torture.

He stepped into the steaming hot shower. A normal human would scream in agony as their skin blistered from standing beneath the scalding water. To him, it was the closest to home he could get. He closed his eyes as the water washed over him. In all the years he'd lived in the mortal realm, indoor plumbing was one of the more ingenious inventions.

Cain's thoughts twisted from death and mayhem to erotic fantasy. An enthusiastic young maiden waited, ready to please him.

"My lord," she purred.

His eyes feasted on her bare, supple curves as she sauntered toward him. His lip quirked at the succubus in disguise.

He reached out to caress her cheek—an act of tenderness he'd shown to none except her. She'd cried as he brutally attacked and mutilated her body. She begged him to stop as he raped her repeatedly. It took years for him to break her like a wild horse, but now she made the perfect pet.

The day she died, he realized she'd broken him as well. Demons didn't know love or compassion, yet she showed it repeatedly to those who didn't deserve it. His heart twisted as an unexpected pain overwhelmed him. Hundreds of years later, he still couldn't name such feelings.

It wasn't love he felt, he'd told himself every time he thought of her. She was his obsession. He wanted to possess her and watch her tremble beneath him.

"On your knees, little mouse," he commanded.

She wordlessly obeyed.

"Pull my cock out and stretch your pretty lips around it."

Her nimble fingers quickly undid the button and sloooowly dragged the zipper down. She ignored his twitching cock in its desperate attempt to break free. He looked at her irritably, silently conveying he would discipline her for teasing him. But the wanton expression on her face made him pause. She was taking her time to enjoy the moment, not teasing him with malicious intent.

A long groan rumbled from deep within as her warm palm finally found his cock. It wasn't long before he was rock-hard in her hand. She kissed the head and tongued his slit, licking up his pre-cum.

"Fuck, your mouth is dangerous. Spit on it, make me nice and sloppy."

She pursed her lips for a moment before spitting on the head of his dick. He enjoyed seeing the string that connected the two of them. Her saliva glistened in the light as she stroked him for a minute.

"Suck on the tip."

She followed his instruction, taking the mushroom head in her mouth. She created suction and swirled her tongue, playing with his magic cross before focusing on the great vein that ran along his length.

Six bars stuck in his shaft, making a ladder piercing. Her hand shook the first time she grabbed his dick as though she was afraid they would hurt or that she would accidentally pull them out. He threw her down and ravaged her, proving how powerful he was.

"Relax your velvety throat, little mouse. I'm going to fuck it and if you're good, I'll feed you my cum."

He tightened his grip and stroked harder. He didn't remove his jewelry when he stroked himself or fucked a woman. Sometimes he'd scrape a pussy raw and it would bleed on him, which only fueled his lust.

He imagined wrapping his hand around her throat as he pumped vigorously into her throat. Her face turned purple as he pinched her nose, effectively cutting off her air supply. She squirmed desperately, but he continued fucking her face while holding her in place with a forceful grip on her hair. She clawed at his muscular forearms and hands, but regardless of how deep she dug, drawing blood only fueled his lust.

His skin tightened as his demonic form threatened to break free. He didn't want to suppress it. He wanted more.

"Open your fucking eyes," he demanded.

She fought to stay conscious and obey his command. His eyes blazed as he watched the light fade from hers. Another soul became a victim of the demon's lechery.

He came with a roar, but it didn't take the edge off.

The burning desire led him to seek his slumbering beauty. Despite the trauma she experienced, her soul remained radiant. For as dark as his was, hers was pure—not white, but blue. The strength of her aura encompassed him and left him breathless.

With the crook of his finger, the lock clicked open. He slid the window open and slipped inside. She rolled over immediately, pulling her blanket higher, as though shielding herself from his presence. His footfalls were silent as he crept closer.

He lifted the covers and glanced over her body. She was curled up with her hand beneath her cheek. Her long, dark hair hid most of her face and he reached down to brush it aside, caressing her as he had in his fantasy.

Her maroon chemise was a gorgeous contrast to her milky skin. He hooked his finger under the tiny strap and pulled it off her shoulder, exposing her full breast.

She was the perfect picture he remembered. She murmured as he rubbed his fingertip over her nipple and watched as it puckered. Once, he'd told her she would come to crave him, and her body's response proved it.

He lifted the bottom up slowly, exposing her thick thighs and the round curve of her ass. He couldn't help but compare her to her insufferable sister, who constantly fawned over him, longing for his attention.

Cain didn't have relationships. He never promised Constance a life together. He only tempted her with immortality to best his brother. Now she was a blight he couldn't remove.

Killing Lucifer's offspring was the only way the oracle foresaw Cain ascending the throne in Hell. Sentimentality made their father choose his successor. He should've been the heir as he was the strongest. Not his weak brother, who wasn't even a full demon.

Inadequacy and fury fueled Cain's insatiable need for acceptance. He saw this mortal before his brother and wanted to claim her. He would have her, and not just for the night. She would be his forever.

He rolled her on her back and spread her legs wide. Cain's cock roared to life once more as he stared at her bare pussy. She would be asleep as long as she remained under his spell.

He rubbed the head of his dick against her silky lips before placing himself at her entrance. With the snap of his fingers, she woke up with a start, and he thrust himself inside her.

He slipped his hand over Sadie's mouth so she wouldn't scream as she froze in sheer terror. He reveled in the way her soft lips trembled against his rough palm. Her curves were a perfect fit as she was once more wrapped around his cock

"Don't you recognize me, little mouse? I'm the motherfucking boogeyman, and I've come you make you mine," he growled.

He'd shown her his ruthlessness and cruelty since he was incapable of anything else. With the oracle's words reverberating in his mind, he looked at Sadie with fresh eyes.

He wrapped his arms around her throat and squeezed, just like in his fantasy. Tears rolled down Sadie's cheeks while she clawed at him.

"There's that fighting spirit I admire. You'll just go to sleep and wonder if this was a dream. But you can't explain away my cum in your pussy."

Sadie's eyes rolled as he fucked her like only a demon could. When she passed out in his arms, he transformed. Long, dark horns grew out of his head, curling multiple times like a ram. His skin was the color of coal and burned like embers. His brother was winged because he was part angel. As half-demon, Cain's form was quite different.

His beastly cock grew inside Sadie's tight cunt, almost tearing her apart. A despicable grin spread across his face as he watched her belly bulge with every thrust. He gnashed his teeth and howled his release.